Reading Deprivation

I’m trying to give up reading for a week. Last month I tried to give it up for two weeks, and failed, so I aimed lower. It’s an experiment in soft addictions. Three days in, after countless slip-ups, I’m at the bargaining stage. Does Slate count? Slate doesn’t count because it’s on the internet and I’m at work, right? Reading at work doesn’t count. Look, I have a sandwich in my hand. What about Apartment Therapy?

Slate counts. I stuck a Post-It on my computer that says READ in a big circle with a line through it.
“What’s that?” said Peter, who likes to catalogue my eccentricities. I told him my theories on soft addictions. There’s another Post-It just below it that says BITE with a line through it. It’s about chewing my fingernails, still a major food group though I’m 32 years old.
“And you’re not going to bite me any more, baby?”
“Bite me,” I explained.

I notice the text deprivation most on the subway, where some day I’ll get shot for staring at people. I get interested in certain faces, and I can’t seem to listen in properly without staring, too. A book is protection against this reckless habit.

Without one, I set my iPod to my Bill Clinton Makeout Soundtrack for the Q Train ride home. The other headphone clones don’t seem compelled into the little shuffly dances I do when I have private music. Not that it mattered. Last night no one looked at each other. They nosed into their books, or stared carefully into space. They all looked drained, and it’s only November.

The King is right. “We can’t go awwn together,” I wanted to implore them, ” With suspicious minds.”

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I can’t imagine giving up reading, not even for a week. It belongs for me to the same category of addiction as, say, breathing or wearing clothes. I’m not sure whether to wish you luck in this perverse endeavour 🙂

I did a mini experiment on the way to work today trying to replicate your experience. I banned my book and as a result spent the entire bus & tube journey grasping at words near me – sports page in the paper being read by the man on the bus, ads for flu treatments on the tube, the back of my ticket……. I am sure it is bad for the soul.

When I was a kid and making nasty faces for recreation, my grandmonther would always warn me that my face would stay that way. Now what would happen if you stop reading and your mind stays that way? Consider the people that don’t read. Look at this man, this so called president. He doesn’t read, probably can’t read. What a marvel his mind is. He can use ‘strategery’ in a sentence. He’s the edumacation president. But is this what you want?